I woke up early the next morning. Not from dreams though. Quite the opposite, actually. I woke up at five in the morning feeling more refreshed than I'd felt in a long time. No one else was up, and there was no way I was getting back to sleep, so I decided to go for a run around the lake. I quietly looked through my trunk and pulled out a pair of grey jogging pants and a grey jacket to match. I changed my pants and put the jacket on over my tank top before slipping on my running shoes and heading out.

I barely made it out the door, though, when Tinkerbell and Hawkeye practically tackled me, both carrying a letters, Hawkeye's from Mum, and Tinkerbell's from Dad. I decided to open Mum's first, so I took the letter from my owl and he flew up to the Owlery. Tinkerbell looked tired, from flying so far and her being so small, so I went ahead and took hers as well and let her fly up to get some rest. I sat down under one of the tall trees near the water and opened my mother's letter.

Camilla,

Darling, are you alright! Do you need me to come to Hogwarts? You said your attacks are getting worse, what's going on! If I'd known you were going to start passing out from these visions I would have taken you to see someone. I'm going to come--

The majority of the letter was pretty much the same thing. She kept saying that she needed to come and see me. Then she apparently changed her mind. I suppose she hadn't read the rest of my letter explaining the necklace before she began writing. She finally decided that I was in good hands and that I should continue writing, seeing as I wasn't coming home for Christmas holiday, because of the dance. I laughed a little at the urgency of the beginning of her letter, and then the casualness of the end.

My father's letter was much shorter, and less frantic. He actually got through the entirety of my letter before writing a response. He basically said the same thing as Mum did about me being in good hands and writing. He also wrote a small story about something Sarah had done the other day. Apparently, my little sister takes after me. He said that Denise had taken Sarah's stuffed animal, a duck named Mr. Quackers, and put him on a shelf because she thinks that Sarah is too old for him. She clearly hasn't been paying attention when I tell her that I still have Checkers and that you're never too old for an animal. Anyway, Denise walked out of the room and when she walked back in ten minutes later, Sra was sitting on the floor, holding Mr. Quackers. There was no obvious evidence of how she could've gotten him down, so Denise asked her how she did it. She said that she looked at it and said "what Sissy says when she wants things far away." She did a spell! She'd seen me Acciosomething the last time I visited, and she thought that she should try it. And it worked! Not very well though, she said that she had to say it about three times before he finally just fell off, but still! My little sister was a witch!

I was so happy that I jumped up and down and squealed with delight. I laughed and noticed that my stomach was growling. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was 6:30. Breakfast time.

There were only a few people in the Great Hall when I entered, a couple of students per house and Harry and Hermione. I really needed to tell someone my exciting news about my sister, and they seemed like the best people to tell.

"Harry! Hermione!" I said as I reached the High Table. The Hall was practically empty, so I figured I could drop the formalities.

"Morning, Camilla," they both replied.

"You seem to have gotten some exciting news," Harry said with a grin.

I nodded energetically. "Yeah! My dad sent me a letter this morning, and my little sister is a witch! Can you believe it? A Muggleborn!"

"That's wonderful, Camilla!" Hermione said happily, standing up and giving me a hug over the table.

"I know. Apparently she tried to Accio her stuffed animal off a shelf. It only fell off, but still! She did magic! I'm just so happy about it!"

"I'll bet," Harry said, rolling his eyes, but keeping his boyish grin in place.

We talked about it for a few more minutes, until the Hall began to fill and get noisy. I went and sat down with my friends to eat breakfast and tell them the news.

The rest of my morning went smoothly. Double Divination first, the only class I had every day. And since it was Tuesday, I had Herbology next. Nothing interesting happened in there, I just sat with my friend Merrick Chittenden from Hufflepuff and we half paid attention to what was going on. We just spent the time talking about when Quidditch tryouts would be and discussing our favorite teams.

I said goodbye to Merrick when the bell rang and headed off for my morning free period. I was greeted with Damien Mercaly and Keagan Delany cornering me the second I stepped into the Common Room, Transfiguration books in hand.

"Camilla, what are you doing free period?" Damien asked.

I sighed. "Well, I i was /i planning on finishing my book, but judging by the pleading looks on your faces and the books in your hands, I highly doubt that that's going to happen anymore."

"Camilla, we have that Transfiguration checkup right after lunch and Professor Potter expects a lot from us. We just can't seem to get what she taught us yesterday," Keagan put in.

"You mean the whole 'leaves into butterflies' thing?"

"Yeah, that one. We've pretty much got everything else, but we just can't do that one thing. Can you please help us?" Damien asked. I could tell that he was ready to beg on his knees if necessary, so I gave in.

"Alright. Let me just set my bag down and I'll meet you under the big oak next to the lake in a few minutes."

"Thank you so much!" Damien said and kissed my cheek. Keagan smiled and followed suit. Then they high-fived and walked out of the portrait door. I laughed to myself about how crazy my friends were as I walked up the stairs to deposit my bag.

I reached the tree in record time to find Keagan and Damien already looking at their books with their wands out. "Well, don't we just look studious?"

They looked up and both smiled at me. Damien patted the ground in between them. "Have a seat, dear teacher ma'am."

I took off my outer robe and spread it on the ground to sit on it. The three of us spent the rest of the hour changing every leaf we could find into butterflies. Well, I spent the hour doing that, the boys tried, but pretty much just came out with six-legged leafs at first. Right before the bell rang, though, they finally seemed to be grasping the concept.

Then there was Charms, a subject I was desperately behind in. Beauxbatons taught me many things, but not all the charms I needed for my seventh year at Hogwarts. Amazingly enough, I wasn't behind in any of my other classes. Charms had always been a bit difficult for me, and I just pulled through with an "Acceptable" OWL. This fact was not lost on Ron, however, as he stopped me on my way out of the classroom.

"Camilla? I need a word with you," I heard him say just as I was about to exit for lunch. I turned around, but not before getting a couple of interesting looks from Keely and Skyla.

"Yes?"

"I noticed you had a bit of trouble reviewing the Tergeo Charm."

"Yeah, well about that," I said, walking over and leaning against a table. "I wasn't really reviewing it. I was trying to learn it."

"What do you mean? That's a sixth year spell."

"I know, but I never learned it back at Beauxbatons."

"What did they teach you there?"

"Nothing really. See, they have their OWL's in sixth year, not fifth. So I was technically a year ahead of everyone."

"But you're not behind in any other classes, are you? I thought I saw you tutoring two boys from your year before this class."

"Yeah, you did. But that was Transfiguration."

"And?"

"And everything has always been pretty easy. Except Charms. I've never really been all that good at it."

"But you got an OWL in it."

"Barely. I only got an 'Acceptable' and a low one at that. If you hadn't have helped me, I probably would've only made a D."

"You knew all the things I asked you."

"That's because I read that book every night before I went to bed!" I said, getting up and walking towards him. "I'd stay awake until almost three in the morning everyday, just so a few things would sink in and I could impre- You know what, never mind. It doesn't matter."

"I think it does. I don't want one of my students failing my class. Especially not one that's a good friend of mine. Now, I've decided to cancel your detention tonight."

What? What was he doing? I looked up at him with a puzzled expression on my face. "What do you mean?"

"Instead of coming for your detention, you will come to this class room every Tuesday and Friday at 8:30 PM for Remedial Charms."

Remedial Charms! But I'm in Ravenclaw! "What?"

"You heard," he said, smiling slightly. "It won't be for long, though. Only until we can get you caught up with where you are supposed to be."

"Alright then. So this means I have to give up what? A couple of hours a week?"

"Sounds about right. A few hours, give or take a few minutes."

"Well, I guess I'll go along with it. I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"No, you really don't."

"Well then, it's been lovely chatting with you, Ron, but I really need to get to lunch," I said, and then my stomach growled. Breakfast was a long time ago.

"Well, I can hear your stomach agreeing with you, so I'll let you go for now. But be back here at 8:30. Don't be late."

"I won't be." I smiled a little and walked out to join the rest of my House at the lunch table. It only took a moment after I sat down for Skyla to start prodding me.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what she means, Camilla," Keely interjected. "You were in the room with Professor Weasley. What did you talk about?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just the fact that I really didn't learn anything at Beauxbatons and now he's going to teach me Remedial Charms twice a week until I get caught up." This statement lead to some looks and "Ohhhh's" from my group of friends.

"Twice a week, with him, in a room alone. Have fun," Keely said.

"Oh, come off it. Nothing's going to happen."

"Sure. You just keep thinking that," Skyla said smiling.

"Fine, I will." And with that, the matter was dropped and we started talking about other things. But my mind was still on the things that Keely had implied. Nothing was going to happen, right? I mean, I couldn't say I didn't want anything to happen. But he was a teacher. That would just be wrong, wouldn't it? I knew I was of age, but still. A teacher!

The rest of my day after lunch went great. I passed the Transfiguration checkup wonderfully and Damien and Keagan actually managed to create butterflies from leaves, letting them pass it as well.

Then I had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Harry. Nothing interesting went on in that class, just reviewing some of the more complicated counter jinxes and hexes so we would be fresh for our NEWT's. I had Potions as my last class of the day and that was just as boring as ever. I think that Professor Slughorn wanted me to join his little "Slug Club"; he kept telling me how he truly believed in my Seeing abilities and how he sometimes has little dinners in his office. I ignored all his comments. Like I really wanted to join that group of people, anyway. None of them were really my friends, and to be honest, I didn't really like Slughorn all that much.

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get all the homework done I could and looking over a sixth year Charms book that Ron had lent me so I wouldn't be entirely lost when I got there that night.

Time passed quickly, as well as dinner. I don't even remember what we ate. Then it was time for my new class, Remedial Charms. I entered the room quietly, to find Ron leaning against his desk, book in hand, and apparently still making notes about what he wanted to teach me.

"Ron?" I said, making my presence known.

"Camilla? Good, you're here. Come on over." I walked over to his desk and he pointed to a goblet of water. "I thought that we'd start out with what we were talking about today. The Tergeo Charm. What do you know about it?"

"All I know is that it cleans up liquids."

"And that's all you need to know. Good job. So let's try it." He picked up the goblet and poured a little bit of water onto the floor. He then pointed his wand at it, did what seemed to be a simple wave of the hand and said, " Tergeo " And the water vanished. "Now," he said. "You try it."

He poured a little more on to the floor and gestured for me to try. I tried. And failed. I did exactly the movement I thought I'd seen him do, and I concentrated on the water going away, but it never did. It just stayed the same. So I tried again. And again and again and again. And each time, it didn't do what I wanted it to do. The water either grew in amount, or it would vanish for about a half of a second, and one time I think that I even turned it purple. I finally just got too frustrated to try again and went and sat down on one of the tables, scowling.

Ron walked over to me and put his hands on my upper arms. "You should try again."

"Why? It's not going to work."

"Then I'll help you. I used to not be great at Charms, either."

"What do you mean, you're the teacher!"

"Yes, but I didn't get very good at it until my seventh year. It just takes practice. Come on. I'll help you with the movement, you're just missing one part of it." I reluctantly hopped down and walked over to the water. Ron walked up behind me and took my wand hand in his (giving me chill bumps) and started to do the motion just as the door the classroom was opened. "Who's there?" he asked, moving away from me quickly.

A familiar little figure with tea cozy hats scampered into the room. Dobby looked up at Ron with big eyes. "Mr. Harry Potter's friend, sir. Dobby has been sent to fetch you, sir."

"What for, Dobby?"

"For Harry Potter. He sent Dobby to get you."

"Why does Harry need me, Dobby?" He was getting impatient now.

"Harry Potter says to come quick to the Entrance Hall. sir."

"What for?" There was a different tone to Ron's voice now. He sounded sort of scared.

"Dobby doesn't know, Harry Potter's friend. Harry Potter just said to go! Dobby thinks that a student was cursed. There was a boy hanging from the ceiling."

"The Levicorpus jinx!" He started running out of the room, then turned back to me. "Camilla, we're going to have to stop for now. I'll see you again tomorrow." And with that, he was gone. I gathered my things, waved good-bye to Dobby, and started walking up to my dorm.

I sat in the Common Room for about an hour, trying to sort out my feelings. I kept trying to tell myself that Ron and I were wrong together. There was no way that something like that would work. Yet, the second I entered that classroom, and saw him leaning there looking perfect, all of those thoughts were shattered in my brain and all I wanted was to be with him. But no, that would be bad. I had to go talk to him. He had tried to talk to me about it and I just blew him off. We needed to get this whole mess sorted out. And I was going to be the one to make the first move.

I got up and walked very quickly towards his Common Room. When I arrived, I was greeted by a cute young couple in the portrait. The girl looked at me and giggled.

"What can we do for you, dear?"

"I'm Camilla Morton. Can you tell Ron that I'm here to speak with him?"

"Of course we can. It would be my pleasure," the man said, bowing slightly, then disappearing out of the picture.

A moment later, he reappeared and the door creaked open. Ron stood there for a moment, looking at me strangely, then he beckoned me inside. Once we were inside the little hole before the large room, he turned around and ran a hand through his hair. "Camilla, it's a bit late. What are you doing here?"

"Ron, I need to talk to you."

"About what?" he asked. I was getting very nervous and started ringing my hands.

"Us."

"I wasn't really aware there was an 'Us'."

"That's the thing. There's not, and it needs to stay that way."

"Haven't we had this conversation before?" he asked, leaning against the stone wall.

"Yes, but I just want to make sure we're clear. You're a teacher, I'm a student. And I know that you fancy me, or at least I hope you do, because if you don't then I'm making a very big idiot out of myself. And I'm pretty sure you know that I fancy you. And despite all that, we just can't be together, it just wouldn't work," I explained. I couldn't really read the expression on his face. It looked a little bit like a mix of amusement, attempted indifference, and ………… disappointment "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a Charms essay to finish. Goodnight, Professor Weasley." And with that, I turned to go, but Ron caught my upper arm and held me back.

"Please," he said, looking me in the eye and pulling me closer. "I thought I asked you to call me Ron." And before I could retaliate with anything, he brought me even closer and brushed his lips against mine. It was a slow, short, sweet kiss, but when we pulled apart, we were both a little winded. I looked into his blue eyes for a moment, feeling all the stored up emotions we'd been hiding from each other. He moved his hand to my hip and I put a hand in his hair. When I couldn't look at him any longer, I pulled his face down to mine into a very passionate kiss.

After standing there like that for what seemed like forever, I felt my back hit the wall and one of his hands held my face. We pulled back after a moment more and looked at each other again. All of the sudden, Ron realized what we had done, and he pulled away and sat down on the couch with his head in his hands. I went and sat down next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"What have we done?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Well, I don't know what you call it, but most people call it snogging."

"That's not what I meant. You came here to tell me that we can't be together, and we end up all over each other behind the door."

"Yeah, it does seem a bit ironic, doesn't it."

"Oh yeah. So, what does that make us?" he asked. I thought a moment, then decided that instead of answering him with words, I'd much rather just show him what I thought. So I got up and moved over to him. I hadn't been wearing my outer robe or vest, so I loosened my tie, sat front ways on his lap, and began to kiss him. He leaned back, moaned a little bit, and settled one hand on my cheek, the other on my thigh.

He licked my bottom lip a tiny bit, but I could tell he was pleading for entrance, and I had no problems granting it. Our tongues danced for a few minutes when we heard a sound coming from the corner of the room. We pulled apart and looked in the direction of the interruption, only to find Harry and Hermione staring at us with surprised looks on their faces.

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